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Under the moonlight, the buildings on the street cast a layer of shadows, and in the dark shadows, a group of people and a person were flying at a high speed, to be precise, a group of people chasing a person in front of them.

At the forefront of them is a little old man with a rooster hairstyle.

Behind him was a large crowd of hulala. Among them were beggars in tattered clothes, well-dressed white-collar workers, and strong men with bare breasts.

The number and variety of people are very large!

These people all have the unique momentum of a warrior on their bodies, and they act like the wind. Although they were dressed and looked different, they all had the same look of anxiety on their faces, and they quickly pursued the little old man in front.

These people moved at an extraordinary speed, and some of them burst out in an instant, and from time to time they caught up with the little old man in front of them, using their martial arts to fight for the long burden he carried.

However, although the little old man was carrying a burden, his actions were very slippery, dry and thin like a slippery loach, moving left and right among many warriors, simply exchanging a few moves, and running forward out of the encirclement.

Running and stopping like this, the little old man jumped over a wall and quickly ran out of the street.

However, as soon as he walked out into the street, a middle-aged strong man suddenly jumped out of a wall on the side of the street, as if a wall was blocking him.

"Peng!"

The middle-aged strong man demonstratively stomped his left foot, and with a bang, the concrete ground under his feet cracked a little like a spider's web, and said in a heavy voice like an urn: "Put down your sword! Don't force me to make a move!"

"Inner Rest!"

The little old man looked at the cracked ground like a spider's web and swallowed.

This concrete floor is extremely difficult for ordinary people to be shattered, and the only martial artist in the Inner Breath Realm can only be shattered if he uses rigid martial arts to stimulate internal breath.

"Put down your sword!"

"Hand over your sword!"

"Old man, hand over your sword!"

……

Just when the little old man stayed for a short while, the people chasing after him caught up, surrounded the two of them, and shouted loudly.

The little old man looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and the crowd around him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Now surrounded by regiments, there is also a martial artist of the Inner Rest Realm, and there is only one move to use.

Thinking of this, the little old man casually pulled from the burden behind his back.

Then a sword was taken out of the baggage.

"Gridless heavy sword!"

"It's a gridless heavy sword!"

……

Seeing this, the warriors who surrounded them became heavy in their breathing. This is a gridless heavy sword, and after getting it, it will be handed over to Wu Yin Xiantian, and it can almost ascend to the sky in one step.

All the warriors were staring at the sword in the little old man's hand, and their eyes were glowing, like hungry wolves who had been hungry for dozens of days, wanting to swallow the sword in their stomachs.

Standing in front of the little old man, the middle-aged martial artist was vigilant. Although he is in the Inner Breath Realm, it is also the early stage of Inner Breath, if he is besieged by so many martial artists, it will be difficult to escape even if he captures the sword.

Seeing this, the corners of the little old man's mouth rose slightly. Then the sword in his hand was thrown into the distance. The sword in his hand spun in the air, cutting through a perfect parabola and falling into the distance.

"I won't play with you anymore, the sword will be given to you!"

The eyes of everyone present followed the trajectory of the sword and looked into the distance.

"Huo!"

Without the slightest hesitation, many warriors rushed in the direction of the sword.

"Get out of here, the sword is mine!"

"What's yours! It's mine!"

"Damn...... Ponto!"

……

In the blink of an eye, all the warriors were in a ball. The sword also circulated among the warriors. As long as you get the sword, the next second will become a fire gathering point, and no warrior can hold the sword for more than ten seconds.

"Hey, hey, grab it!"

The little old man smiled lewdly, touched the burden behind him, and walked leisurely past these robbing warriors, walking towards the distance.

However, when he had just walked a few steps.

"No, this sword is fake!" a loud roar sounded, and then all the sword grabbers were taken aback, and stopped their hands and looked at the sword bearer.

There have been a lot of fake swords in the past few months, but is this also a fake? If this sword is a fake, then it is useless for them to grab it.

The sword-wielder was the middle-aged strong man in the Inner Rest Realm, and the loud shout just now was also from him.

The fight, which was originally in full swing, suddenly stopped, became silent, and everyone's heads cooled down.

And the little old man who had been walking by them leisurely and leisurely, his smile stiffened, and he quickly shrank his body and quickly slipped into the distance, and shouted in a shrill voice before leaving:

"How can it be fake, it's obviously a gridless heavy sword! He wants to delay time and find a chance to escape!"

In the silence, this sentence was particularly loud.

Hearing this voice, the warriors were in a commotion again. Because it's a possibility.

"Wait, listen to me, this sword is fake!"

The middle-aged strong man said in a deep voice.

"Recently, this model has the most fake swords. You see that the hilt of the sword here has traces of tin and iron soldering!"

The middle-aged strong man raised his sword high and pointed to the path where the hilt of the sword was

"Indeed, this is supposed to be a sword made of modern technology, a fake sword!"

"Damn, it's a fake sword again!

……

Seeing this, many warriors almost scolded their mothers, how could it be a fake sword after grabbing it for a long time.

Someone seemed to remember something!

"Hey, where's the little old man?"

"Little old man?"

……

Under the guidance of a few people, they unconsciously looked for the little old man.

When the little old man saw this, he didn't slip away lightly, but ran frantically into the distance.

"What is he running?"

"What is this little old man doing?"

"No, there is a problem, he still has a burden on his back, and the shape of the burden is sword-shaped!"

……

The warriors were puzzled at first, and then they saw the abnormality at once.

They are not fools, they know that they were definitely deceived just now, and this sword just now is very likely to be used by the little old man.

"Damn, run so fast!"

"Chase, don't let him run!"

"Maybe he has a real sword!"

"Old man, stop!"

……

The warriors saw that the little old man was about to disappear around the corner, and hurriedly chased after him.

The little old man looked back, and the crowd chasing the black pressure behind him almost used the strength to eat.

"Lao Tzu's sword was recognized so quickly, and it will definitely be improved next time!"

The little old man secretly hated in his heart, as long as he delayed for a while, he could die, but he didn't expect to be recognized so quickly.

The warriors chased after the little old man and galloped under the moonlight. Because the little old man has run a long distance, and the little old man is slippery, he always drills into the alleys with complex terrain, and the warriors can't catch up with the little old man for a while.

However, what the little old man and the warriors didn't realize was that the direction they were chasing was the direction of Li Jie's family. (To be continued.) )